My dad always used honey in my tea and I would lick the extra remains off the side of my cup. Most of the time it tasted sweet but sometimes it was bitter but no matter the taste I ate it anyway and just like the honey remains I ate, I ate life.
Every ray of pain woke me wiser
I wiped my lips of hunger for happiness and success
My throat unimaginably swollen with hope.
I don't believe we all have just one book of life with a bunch of chapters
We are book collections and each day you add to a new chapter and eventually that
book comes to an end and is added to your collection, that's when you start a new book. keep writing, keep fighting, keeping living and your pages will turn for you.
Some chapter won't always end in your liking but remain calm and listen to yourself
Your book ending is when you say so.
Your collection isn't complete until God says so.